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Chapter 2 - L and Light only

Chapter 9 and 10 - Three person sex.

Chapter 11 - Light and L only.

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It's No Good

Tainted Love (Remix)

God or Bitch?

Equality. True, honest-to-goodness equality. Not that phony bullshit engendered from test scores, or money, or looks, or career success, or whatever the fuck else people could circle-jerk around.

Light fell forward, his overheated body collapsing onto damp, pale skin.

"That . . . was amazing." he panted into L's throat before nuzzling against the warm flesh. He inhaled deeply, the combination of L's aroused male scent and his own raw nerves making him dizzy. Their coupling always had that effect on him – sometimes to the point where he couldn't even remember his own name for a brief moment in time.

With elongated fingers at Light's slender hips, L rocked the boy forward in an effort to separate their bodies. Light obliged, raising himself up and off of the older man to settle on the bed beside him. L's distaste for post-coital lingering didn't bother him in the least – the fact that he was even allowing such an unusual turn of events in the first place made up for any indifferent behavior on the quirky detective's part.

Besides, he knew that L hated to sweat, and the faster he was free of Light's weight, the faster he would air dry. It was perfectly logical, and Light took no offense.

"Light-kun." L stared at the ceiling with uninterested eyes, his hands lying on either side of him listlessly. The warning in his husky voice was the only indication that he was annoyed, or alive.

Light had forgotten. He always forgot . . . how was he expected to perform clean up duty when he couldn't even string together a coherent sentence?

"Sorry," he mumbled sincerely before reaching a jittery hand out toward L's torso. "I would have gotten to it eventually." Light swiped his hand across silken skin in one deliberate motion, effectively removing most of the spatters of pearl that almost matched the color of L's stomach. Rising to a sitting position, Light found his shirt at the foot of the bed and cleaned his hand. Turning the material to find a clean corner, he then worked at getting what had found its way into L's navel.

"It would have become sticky and dry by then." One hand lazily moved downward to pull back the skin around his length, indicating he wanted that wiped off too.

Light gratified the request, encircling glistening pink with the sleeve of his black shirt. Unlike himself, L was still firm beneath his touch.

That was the thing about L . . . he was an all or nothing kind of guy. And Light supposed that was what he liked about him. There wasn't anything half-assed or so-so about him. Much like those action potentials in the brain that he'd learned about in biology; once L got started, there was no stopping that inevitable firing. If he was going to do something, he was going to do it whole-heartedly . . . all the way. There was no dimmer control, or knob that could be turned gradually. There was only a switch, and it was either on, or it was off, and that was it.

And apparently, his physical body was the same way, harboring the same precision as that magnificent brain of his. He was either hard, or he wasn't. There was no in-between. And just as an action potential worked, L could fire more than once before returning to a resting position.

Although, Light suspected that his ability to do so had more to do with mechanics than anything else. It was odd, that such size would manifest itself in someone who was otherwise so thin and bony. Not that he was complaining . . . no, no, no.

It was just that – Light was 100 percent Japanese, and L was only a quarter Asian. He got the 'short end of the stick' so to speak, and it took him no time at all to 'relax'. While L, on the other hand, took much longer. He gave the object of his current fascination a little squeeze before removing his hand. The bigger they are . . .

Light smacked his teeth quietly, discarding the shirt over the edge of the bed and to the floor. "You're such a woman about it sometimes."

L's eyes slid from their analysis of the ceiling to the corners of their sockets, regarding Light in a dispassionate stare that his head soon followed.

"I'm not the woman currently occupying this bed." He gave his foreskin a little two-fingered push back into position before dropping his hand back to his side.

"Neither am I." Light replied dryly.

L sighed, his eyes slowly returning to nothing above him. "That's true. Bitch would be the more appropriate term."

Light fell back against the mattress dramatically. "I think, Ryuzaki, that since I'm the only one here who's been with a woman, I'm automatically disqualified from being your bitch."

"Is that so?" L asked in that soft monotone of his, sounding faraway. "Maybe that's something I should rectify." He spoke more to himself than Light.

Light turned his head to his right, staring at the side of L's face with surprise. Knowing L, he would have no qualms about taking himself out to the street to find the first female that caught his eye, just so he could 'even the odds' between them. Now that, Light thought smugly, would be something to behold.

"I can feel your stare, Light-kun. You have something to say on the matter?"

Light turned onto his side, and propped his head up with one hand as if L were paying any visual attention to him. "I was just thinking . . . that might be something I'd like to see."

L's head snapped towards him, the tiniest bit of surprise in his eyes that only Light could detect. "You'd want to watch?"

Light shrugged indifferently. "At the risk of losing . . . whatever this is we are playing at, sure."

"Why would such a thing have an affect on our current situation?" L asked curiously.

"Why wouldn't it? I've been there, so I know what I'm missing. You haven't." Light watched as L's tongue darted from his mouth to wet his lips, the action bothering his piece of mind just a little too much.

"Meaning, I could discover that I fancy women?" L looked passed Light in thought. "Even if that were the case, the percentage of such a realization putting an end to this is extremely low, I think."

"But you aren't sure?" Light pressed, counting L's ribs with a fingertip.

"No. I'm not afraid to tell you, Light-kun, that I have trouble telling what's what when it comes to you." L's eyes focused onto Light again. "However, instead of avoiding that scenario simply out of fear of what will happen, I think it best to test it now instead of later."

"Just in case you find our liaison no longer viable." Light finished for him, half admiring and half hating the cold rationality L displayed sometimes.

"Yes."

Amazing that his voice could remain devoid of emotion – completely unassuming – as if they were discussing breakfast. Still, he was right. L wasn't one to settle, and Light wasn't one to be settled upon. Getting the matter of L's sexuality out of the way was a prudent decision for both of them, and Light told him so.

Reaching a resting position . . . finally . . . L sat up and turned, swinging long limbs over the edge of the bed. Forcing his upper body to twist by pulling himself left, then right, L's vertebrae made several sharp, popping sounds. By the sound of it, something didn't move right.

L threw a glance at Light over his delicate shoulder. "Would Light-kun mind?"

Again? "On the floor this time?"

"Please."

Light scrambled off the bed as L grabbed the top sheet and spread it across the carpet on the right side of the bed. L lowered himself prone onto the sheet, taking a moment to situate his length in a comfortable position before spreading his arms out.

"Ready?" Light asked in a cheerful voice, standing over the lithe form that was his lover. At L's vocal affirmative, Light moved one foot to balance on L's lower back, and then the other. "Good?"

"Yes." L's response came out in a whoosh of breath as Light's weight pushed his diaphragm against the unforgiving floor. Moving slowly, Light walked up the jagged bridge of hollow bone, the sound of air being crushed out in more loud pops. The first time he'd done this, Light had been quite surprised to discover that L's spine was rather flexible, and straightened out quite easily.

The first time he'd done this was what had ended up putting them in the very situation they were in now. It felt like so long ago, when really it was only a few weeks. It had been right after he'd been released from confinement, and ordered to remain with the detective 24 hours a day. He'd happened to catch L lying on the floor one night, beside the bed that only Light slept in, trying his damnest to stretch his spine out as far as it would go.

Light almost laughed as he put all his weight on one particular spot, below the neck, that he knew L liked to have cracked.

He'd decided to get out of bed and help the poor man by walking on his back. L had been apprehensive at first, having never heard of such a thing. But once Light had gotten started, L had become quite enamored with the technique.

Then he'd hit that same spot he was working on now, and it had all gone downhill from there. Quite literally. Light had lost his balance – he'd slipped on the unfamiliar angles of L's spine – and landed haphazardly with one knee ramming into L's coccyx bone.

Light had never heard the detective express pain before – but L had howled that night, a high-pitched hoarse sound, right before bucking Light clean off of him. Apparently, the impact had pressed L's paralleling front against the floor, which was something he hadn't prepared for. Which was why, now, he safeguarded himself against a reoccurrence of that pain before laying down.

That was the beauty of L . . . no one ever got the chance to fuck him twice. He learned from all of his mistakes, and he did not ever forget.

And neither did Light, who'd been in his own hell of pain from landing on L's sharp hip at the wrong angle. Which was why now, he walked sideways and kept a good hold on the side of the bed. Although with the absence of slippery fabric, the chance of him falling was almost non-existent now.

The rest, Light tried to recall as he elicited more snaps, crackles, and pops, was a haze. Someone had finally managed to regain coherency after several agonizing minutes of laying curled up on the carpet, though Light couldn't remember who was first, and L had ground out a string of rapid English like Light had never heard.

"Are you listening?"

Light paused for a moment, tucking the encounter away to dwell on later. "I'm sorry, I wasn't."

L sighed as best as he could with Light pushing down on him. "Oh well." He turned his head from one way to the other, indicating he was done with Light if he wasn't going to listen.

Light pressed the ball of his foot against the top of L's head in a mock kick, the black mess he called hair tickling him. "Don't be that way, L."

Unexpectedly, L jerked himself around to his back, the quick movement disturbing Light's footing. Thanks to L's hands coming up to catch him, Light managed a halfway graceful landing into sitting astride slender hips.

"Lucky catch." Light gave him a playful smile as he wiggled himself into a comfortable position across the other boy's angles.

"No luck involved, Light-kun." L returned his own tiny smile before lowering his head back to the floor, pulling the ginger-haired teenager with him.

Such intimate attention from L was an extremely rare thing, and Light reveled in it. L always came off as standoffish, and completely immune to any sort of human bonding. Even with someone like Light, who could charm a cocaine addict out of their last line, L would clam right up in a heartbeat if he tried to push too far, or get too close. His way of handling emotion, if he handled it at all, was such that Light found it best to just sit back and wait.

And Light prized that about him. Everyone else he'd ever met was so easy; contact with them often left him feeling as though he was the only man in a brothel full of too-eager women, with a clip full of one-hundred dollar bills. He could read and manipulate people so well, that it had ceased to become fun. The result was always the same, and the chase lost a certain something after so many times.

But with L there was no brothel, and Light was flat broke. It was just him and his enigmatic detective, standing on a flat plain in the middle of nowhere with no advantages for either side.

Equality. True, honest-to-goodness equality. Not that phony bullshit engendered from test scores, or money, or looks, or career success, or whatever the fuck else people could circle-jerk around. Just pure, unadulterated, raw intellect. An untainted camaraderie between two brilliant minds that fed off one another . . . intoxicated one another. Intellectual stimulation on such a level that Light knew he would probably never come across such a wonder again in his natural life.

So when this creature of myth showed him any kind of affection, Light was damn sure to treasure it as if it were the very air that currently flooded into his lungs. The rest of society might be dim-witted enough to let such a diamond go un-mined, but Light was not. True to his namesake, Light would shine onto the facets of this gem until he illuminated everything there was to see.

For now, though, he was content with examining the current facet being shown to him. And that included, at the moment, those miraculous fingers of his that were busying themselves with learning the feel of Light's thigh muscles.

Leaning forward to rest his chin on arms crossed over L's chest, Light stared lazily at the Adam's Apple within L's throat. "Are you going to tell me what you said earlier?"

"Hmmm?" If it weren't for the fingertips dancing along his thighs, Light would have thought L asleep. "Guess."

"Clue?"

L's stroking of the younger boy's skin paused for a moment. "Does the boy genius need a clue?"

"Fine." That languid caress of his resumed. "We were talking about . . . your sexuality. I said that you being with a female would be something I'd like to see."

"Mmmhmmm."

Light squirmed his way a little closer to the ivory of L's neck. "And you said you believe that it's something that should be tested now. So, I would venture a guess that you were probably asking my thoughts on how to go about such an investigation."

"Perfect, Light-kun. As usual. And?"

Light felt the rumble of L's response more than he heard it. "I was thinking that tomorrow, after sitting around pretending to work all day, we could take a trip to a new club that just opened up and see what we can find."

L's fingers paused again, this time moving from Light's thighs to his back. "Pretending to work?" he inquired softly.

Light gave a little grunt of annoyance. "Get off it, L. The case is cold, and you've done a bunch of nothing since my confinement ended. I can only do so much since you refuse to let me see your case notes."

L made an irritated noise in the back of his throat. "There's only one thing you need to do to solve my case."

"Confess." Blah, blah, blah. How many times were they going to rehash this?

"That is correct. Another of Light-kun's amazing deductions."

Light reared up just enough to see L's face. "Your attempts at humor are deplorable."

L kept his attention on the ceiling above deliberately. "As are your attempts at slipping through my fingers."

Although Light was getting used to L's reversions back to his accusations, he wasn't completely immune to them yet. With his hands on either side of L's head, Light moved himself into L's line of sight to glower at him.

"In case it has escaped your notice, Ryuzaki, I'm right here. And 'slipping through your fingers' is not what's happening here." Light waited patiently for dilated black to roll towards him in that frighteningly focused stare he enjoyed trying to decipher. If L had the nerve to say something like that to him, given their current circumstances, then he was damn well going to do it while looking him in the eye.

But L had other ideas, and bent his head back even further to look at something non-existent above. His hands followed, reaching over his head. It took Light only a moment to process the action, and he chanced a glance to see what L was doing.

"Wait–"

Too late, Light realized, when the clinking sound of the chain preceded the snap of chilly metal going back around his wrist. Sneaky bastard. If he didn't want a fuss, he should have just asked politely.

L secured the other end of the previously discarded chain to his own wrist. "I apologize, Light-kun. I might fall asleep tonight, and I can't let you run wild."

"Run wild." Light emulated sarcastically, before pushing himself off the detective and to his feet. The bitter sound of captivity accompanied his movements once more, reminding Light of just who they were and why they were here once again.

L followed, moving to hunt down his boxer shorts and put them on. Tossing Light's to him, L kicked the rest of their clothes into a neat little pile next to the bed.

And that was that. Light gave a sigh, and resigned himself to returning the sheet to the bed, and preparing it for sleep.